sincerity

make time for everyone
even those with one song on repeat for a whole day
when maximised to a chunk of life, you can’t possibly afford to spend it listening to any song more than once ever
instead worry about all the songs you’ll never have time to hear
not only that! books to read, movies to watch. places to go, languages to learn, heather birds’ eyebrows to taste.

why, why do I wait so longingly for holidays? I can never handle them. it’s only the second day. longer and longer chunks of life spent staring at the ceiling above the bed. needles filling my every pore, I think, draining everything out one second and re-injecting it the next.

what’m I going to do.

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O hey, hi my darling. I'm overocea & this is my journal. I've vowed to note my everyday inconsequence indefinitely, so that I can read it when i'm 80. I expect it to be hideously boring to anyone except an 80year old me.